Traveling through the reversal of life

Lin Miao was sent to the back door of the hotel by Chu Feng, and then he rode his little electric donkey with a box of herbs, planning to go back to rest for a while, because he had to go to the hotel to wash dishes at night.

Coincidentally, when he stopped the eDonkey and went back, he happened to see Zhou Meimei coming from the bus stop.

He thought of asking Zhou Meimei to ask her about the novel, so he waited for Zhou Meimei to come over.

After the two exchanged a few pleasantries, Zhou Meimei kept asking about his relationship with Chu Feng.

"What can I have to do with that bad god?! Let me tell you, every time I meet him, I'm very unlucky..."

Lin Miao complained to Zhou Meimei about her bad luck every time she saw Chu Feng.Unexpectedly, Zhou Meimei not only didn't sympathize with him, but also laughed, "It's simply a happy enemy!"

Lin Miao didn't hear clearly, "Ah? What did you say about joy? I didn't hear clearly."

Zhou Meimei glanced at Lin Miao, and said with some embarrassment: "It's nothing."

"How much money do you earn every month for writing novels?" Lin Miao asked.

"If you write [-] words a day, you can earn tens of thousands of yuan a month. If you are lucky enough to be cast in a movie or TV series, you can make some money." Zhou Meimei sighed.

As soon as Lin Miao dictated the money for writing a novel, she immediately became interested.

He thought that the class would be officially started soon, and he would definitely not be able to work part-time in the hotel, and how to make money would be a headache.

Writing novels is different. There are no time and place restrictions, and you can write anywhere without delaying class. It would be great if he could write too!

"Do you think I can write?" Lin Miao asked nervously.

To be honest, his Chinese scores are good, and it is easy for him to write essays, but this does not mean that he can write good novels, so he does not have much confidence.

Zhou Meimei looked at him and smiled, "Of course! Writing novels is actually very simple, just like telling stories, as long as you have a good story and can narrate them smoothly."

As the two talked, they had already reached the door of Zhou Meimei's room.

Zhou Meimei walked into the room and turned on the computer, and took out the front page of the novel she wrote for Lin Miao to read.

Lin Miao saw that the gift list above was No.1, and the hero list was full of diehard fans. Although he didn't know what this meant, he felt that it seemed very powerful.

Zhou Meimei gave him a bit of popular science and said: 500 yuan is for small fans, 1000 yuan is for mother fans, 2000 yuan is for hardcore fans, 1 yuan is for true love fans, and die-hard fans need gifts of [-] yuan.

Lin Miao opened the hero list and counted the rewards. The rewards add up to 10,000+, right? !

He thought that if he could get so many rewards, his debts would be paid off, and his mother's long-term medical expenses would be settled.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly asked, "Then tell me in detail how to publish a novel here, is there any precautions?"

Seeing that Lin Miao was very interested, Zhou Meimei shared everything she knew.

So he first taught Lin Miao to register a writer account on the website, then told him the precautions for publishing articles, and showed him some general templates for novel outlines.

The more Lin Miao reads, the more excited she is, she can't wait to publish the novel right now.

But at this moment, his alarm clock rang, reminding him to go to work in the hotel.

He had no choice but to wave goodbye to Zhou Meimei, put the insulated box containing herbs in his room, and then rode his little electric donkey to the hotel to wash the dishes.